Lyrics:
firme, homes! (Nah!)
You're fuckin' hater, eh?
Those vatos'll shoot you homes (whatever)
Shot down
Shot down
Shot down
Shot down (bang, bang)
Shot
my pocket
You wil', I'mma pop it i'm down for a profit
I'm ghetto as hell you can't tell?
My road dog, under the jail
Getting frustrating mail
So I'm
the 9 and the velour
A cal in my pocket
You wil', I'mma pop it
I'm down for a profit
I'm ghetto as hell
You can't you tell?
My road dog, under the jail
Someone to hold it down
Ooh, girl, I wish you would
Someone to make me stay around
Ooh, girl, I wish you would, yeah
What's the use in calling
And only say that you'll be mine
In no others arms entwined
Down beside where the waters flow
Down by the banks of the Ohio
And going home between twelve
by you when the rest let you down
Daddy, how can you walk out on her now?
I'm your oldest daughter, my age twenty-three
Your new love is even
you a hater make my gun go (Fabolous: Blocka, blocka, blocka, blow!)
[Fabolous]
They call me F-A-be , O-L-O
you-S, you just lay down slow! (Nigga)
did, I'd be in a pit
Bitch, I'm balling up, you know I can't believe this shit
But I got angels by my side, and they telling me don't quit
Yeah,
Here we are
Stuck by this river
You and I
Underneath a sky that's ever falling down, down, down
Ever falling down
Through the day
As if
First I was afraid, I was petrified
Kept thinking I could never live without you by my side
But then I spent so many nights just thinking
How you
you don't help me darling
I'll find myself somebody else
When I walk, you walk with me
When I talk, you talk to me
Oh baby, I can't do it all by
Yes
I have two tickets to the NAACP Awards
The Image Awards
Secret Servicemen, you can sit down
My seats are in the front row, I hate to be so
you don't help me darling
I'll find myself somebody else
When I walk, you walk with me
When I talk, you talk to me
Oh baby, I can't do it all by
Tomorrow is what a nigga ain't guaranteeing
New Orleans had a sheriff by the name of Harry Lee
When he died, niggas shouted out "Tha-thank you, Jesus"
Keep the change, got to go
Flirt, tryna talk dirty
Georgia-bred, you can tell by my Hawk jersey
Hit me up if you get off early
Then I dap out, so
frantically, then I dropped down to his feet
I saw the blood, all over, the hot concrete
I picked him up, then I held him by his head
His eyes shut, that's
Bad time for a good time, baby
A bad time
You never finish your glass
Take a little sip and you're bored
Down in the apartment below
Wouldn't
Talk of circles and punching out
Looking in drawing circles down
Falling up the south marking ground
Talking out of turn drawing circles down
metal jacket, shit, going pow, pow
Blow your brains out, let it hang out
Let the neighbors talk about it
Then skip trial
Wow, I'm amazed by how you niggas
as I flip the script
[Chorus]
Fool listen, I know that you`ve been missing
All this and so my rhymes are gonna gleem and glisten
Like a gem,
sit and talk together
Sit down by the river Jordan and sing our blues away"
Hey, you talk about the good times, talk about the good times
Talk
I don't wanna talk
About things we've gone through
Though it's hurting me
Now it's history
I've played all my cards
And that's what you've done
)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
In interviews talkin' Plug talk
Got my name off of drug talk
(Ten toes solid, nigga, this what staying down get you)
(Ah,
Rewrite the script
We write the script
Chosen by God
To start a new flip
Follow him now
He got you equipped
Rewrite the script
We write the script
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